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Draggy Drowsy Dopey Day

The last couple of days have been increasingly zombified in the morning; this morning I hit the point in the ‘cycle’ where I almost fell asleep on my desk while trying to answer a simple query. Hours, caffeine, water, and light exercise later, and I’m still half asleep!

As I slug through this torpor, I think on the subject of helping others. To me, it should not be a monetized thing unless you’re a doctor or a shrink or the like; I feel that helping others should be a primarily altruistic thing. That improving the lives of others should be all the reward in the world – you have helped breed good, which will further help breed good, which will make the world a better place.

Don’t get me wrong – I get that people need to make money to eat and pay the bills. I am indeed gainfully employed, though I fully admit that I am spoiled rotten that said job comes with free daycare, food, and spare time (it’s a family business, ha ha – all the perks of getting paid, staying home, and not having to fake a smile). But even were I not spoiled in that regard, I’d still want to help other people. It’s my ‘thing’, I guess – being the eldest of four, I had momma duties instilled in me early. I’ve also always been something of an outcast by dint of being from my mother’s first marriage; various members of my (step)father’s family were fond of reminding me that I wasn’t a relation while ramping up the emotional torture. So suspecting that others with bipolar such as myself, knowing that many are quiet about their mental battle, were probably feeling similarly isolated… how could I not want to try to extend a hand?

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Aaaand my train of thought has derailed – d’oh! Ah well, such is life. 🙂